Reconnection ~ (Scömìche)

Stupid

Here's a Valentine's Day update for you!! Hope you have fun reading this little insight into Mitch's mind.

ALSO! Congrats to PTX for winning their THIRD Grammy, they're so famous ^.^

Enjoy! Remember I thrive on votes & comments!

misbehavinmitchy xo 

MITCH:

I woke up with a strange feeling in my stomach; like there was a hole right through my middle that was empty of anything. I stretched my tattooed arms above my head and looked numbly at the stack of discarded school books and old CDs that decorated the floor at the foot of my bed. It was a Sunday; usually the best day of the week in my uneventful life, a sacred day, the Sabbath day some might say. I didn't have to go to work and I didn't have to cross paths with anyone at all.

Yet, this particular Sunday, as my vision floated across the battered CD of a certain Scott Hoying, I felt as though this was the worst day I could imagine. Suddenly my mind raced back to the previous night, and our fight. I'd left Scott's house without a second thought and stormed straight home. My phone decided to run out of juice just as I was in the process of ordering an Uber, so, much to my despair, I had to walk home through the less than inviting side streets of LA in the dark in the middle of the night. That was up there with wetting myself on stage in the school nativity play and accidentally calling a customer Dad, on the list of my most traumatic life experiences. But anyhow, I made it home alive nevertheless, dodging the occasional catcalls from some overly intoxicated people. But now as I sat on my bed, lonely and confused, I kind of wished I had gone home with one of those guys instead. I reached over and grabbed my phone from my bedside to check the time. Surprisingly, it was earlier than I had thought, only half eight, so I crawled out of bed and headed for the shower.

I needed some time to myself. I know what you're probably thinking, 'Mitch you live alone and have basically no friends, what do you mean you need alone time?', but my failed attempt at being a rational member of society last night really had drained me. I needed a good shower sing-a-long session to bring my spirits up and try and get all thoughts of Scott out of my stupid head. As Deadmaus filled my ears and steamy water hit my bare skin, I felt myself being taken off into dreamland; a place I retreated to when things were just getting all too much. Dreamland was my safe-haven, a little imagined reality where I was happy and fulfilled, but alas, all good things must come to an end. The water began to run cold, so I reluctantly emerged from the shower and back into reality, grabbing a big fluffy Egyptian cotton towel on my way.

Wrapped up in my towel, I absentmindedly scrolled through Twitter. It was then that I saw it. I followed a handful of Scott Hoying fan accounts, just to keep updated on where his next performance was going to be, or who he was bringing to events, you know, the usual, but I hadn't expected to see this. I blinked at my phone screen in surprise, squinting my eyes further as if I hoped it would make the slightly pixelated images clearer.The first picture was Scott, stood in his kitchen, eyes ablaze and shoes soaked in wine, staring at Todrick like he wanted to knock his teeth out of his skull. And then, swiping to the left, my eyes focused on the second picture. Scott was smiling; his white teeth were on display, his head tilted back mid-laugh and his hand resting lightly on the arm of the smaller framed man stood opposite him; a man with sleek raven hair and a dimpled smile clearly showing from his side profile - a man that was undoubtedly, me. I tapped off the picture and read the tweet it was attached to once more.

'Looks like Todrick and Scotty had fight and he chose to enjoy a quiet night in with this mystery guy instead ;) Any ideas who the brunette is?'

Damn. I couldn't believe what I was reading. First of all, the picture of Scott and I was taken before Todrick spilt the wine over, so the caption didn't make any sense. And secondly, why was @hoyingupdates tweeting like we were some kind of couple or something? A winky face, really?! I cringed at the fact that I was now a 'mystery guy', an accessory in Scott's life that he definitely didn't want there. Heck, we weren't even friends, let alone romantic interests, or whatever this user was trying to imply. I couldn't help myself from clicking on the replies to the original tweet. A few other fan accounts had tweeted back their theories and thoughts. I read a few of them out loud to myself, as if forming the words on my tongue would help me understand better who had taken the pictures, how they'd got out and why on earth people now thought Scott and I were closely affiliated with each other.